Have a Nice Life - Waiting for Black Metal Records to Come in the Mail lyrics

What has become of all of us, all ceilings
All skies is that
The stars can swim a thousand dark miles
Before they ever see the floor again

With their backs against the wall
On these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway

You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease
But not the vaccine

A thousand tiny lives
Disappear into the black stretch
And I guess I thought I'd
Feel something but I didn't
But, I didn't, yes, that's a myth

With their backs against the wall
On these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway

You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease
But not the vaccine

I would give anything for a
Cool glass of water
Without this poisonous oil

No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never (fuck) no!
No! There's no air anywhere
It's all money now wouldn't you do the same?